That Beautiful Man

Chapter 8

But when Big Brother Inn sent me there, I was not an ungrateful person. I had to give when I had resentment, and I had to repay when I had grace. So when I got a call from Big Brother Inn, I immediately called him and waited for a few seconds, and there was a voice on the other end of the phone. I'll fill in the sound right away.

"Sister Ying, it's me... Gila."

[Gila,]

"I'm Sister Bush."

The other party let out a cry, "Oh, let's hear a little first, and then a question.".

[What? Call me that. . . Miss,]

Hmm. . . It's really missed. Why are you so narcissistic?

"No, I just want to thank you for yesterday."

So I quickly fixed this sentence, and the other person shouted again, and then said the sentence that made me frown.

If you really want to thank me, let me tell you in person. ]

Fuck. . . Yes, you can make a phone call with your elbow, thank you!

But. . .

"Where are you?"

... . Then answer.

Well, you can thank you in person, so you can finish it.

[I'm in the school cafeteria. ]

"Oh, didn't Inge learn theology?"

[Dear Sinkan]

"Then why..."

"Move at lunch today."

I asked, but before I finished, Inge answered. I was surprised why I went there to eat, because the Faculty of Science and the Academy of Fine Arts. The building is on the other side of the university, but I didn't ask any questions. But I promise it will end.

"Sure, see you later."

Hang up the phone and I went straight to my destination. The canteens of science colleges are no different or special from those of other colleges. The restaurant looks very similar, a little strange, but I am not familiar with students.

I walked in front of the students in this college, and they looked at me with one eye. Some of them even invited their friends to look at me. In fact, this is normal, because I am often attracted by this kind of attention. But if the people you look at. . . It's a woman, yes. . . All men are men!

I pretended not to look at anyone, immediately waved to him, and then put myself in the opposite chair.

"Hey, I'd love to see you, huh?"

Seeing my face, I immediately became nervous, frowned, and my tone was turbid and annoying.

"Yes, where? I just want to thank you for yesterday. I've said that before."

"Wow ~ sorry, I think"

"Thank you for taking me to the dormitory."

But I don't thank you for letting me sit there waiting for mosquito bites.

"I'll take you to the hall, and I thought you'd invite you for a drink. Oh, no, no. If you invite me to the hall, you know, you'll be severely punished..."

He nodded again at the end of this sentence, and when his eyebrows frowned, I understood what "punishment" meant.

What do you mean? A wife like Adonis must be in bed!

I wanted to pretend to turn a deaf ear, but I couldn't help asking distractedly.

"Seriously, why do you always bully me?"

"Well, pretend what?" The person being asked pretended not to understand.

"Just pretend to be Boothgow's wife. Why dress up as a dog's guard? Do you think I like Boothgow?"

Asked this way, Yingde did not move and nodded.

"Yes, I think we like Booth."

It's true. I like Booth. . . No, I love more than I loved in previous lives, but I won't say it unless I ask honestly again.

"In a word, Brother Inn bullied me because I thought I liked Brother Bush, so I acted as a shield for the dog and claimed to be Brother Bush's wife."

It seems that I guessed right. Although Inge didn't answer, but kept pointing at the waves, pointing at the waves, pointing at the waves, pointing at the waves, pointing at the waves, pointing at the waves, pointing at the waves, pointing at the waves, pointing at the waves, but I was not stupid enough to understand his gestures.

"Why do you want to be like a dog?"

He didn't say a word, and I broke the silence. He looked at me with his neck tilted, and now his expression is obvious. He has entered a serious state.

"I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I'm not."

"I mean,"

I looked up and he looked up.

"I can't help it. I have to protect my friends. If we are followed like that bastard, you will have a headache."

I can understand his reasons, but, wait. . . A stalker like that bastard, is there anyone else who likes Booth besides me?

I don't know why I felt a strange foreboding, but I thought I shouldn't have anything, but suddenly I saw someone nodding to signal me to turn around.

"Yes, that bastard, that stalker, that bastard."

I turned around, and before my eyes touched a man, he looked normal on the outside and good-looking, tall and dark-skinned, and looked healthy and cheerful. It can be seen from his conversation with friends in the same trade. But. . . He frightened me, and I had to ask Anglo-German for proof again.

"You mean... the man with the black bag on his back?"

He nodded, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled and his tone impatient.

"Yes, that bastard saw his face. Recently, he was waiting for him in front of the dormitory. He was chased by my brother a few days ago and has been following him since his freshman year."

Just as I was looking at him, suddenly a bright golden light flashed through his body, and suddenly the face of someone I knew appeared.

That man. . .

... . Viasakan!

My hands trembled, my mouth trembled, and I asked helplessly many questions, and as Inde continued to speak, my mind was full of questions.

"I don't know what he really is, stalking Bush doesn't stop, and his head hurts like hell. There is a man following him as nougat, so I asked me to spy on him. I don't know what he really is. He acts like a psycho."

I bit my lip, and my memories of the past came to mind.